Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

Looking at the towering sight, she couldn't help but mutter to herself, "My legs are going to ache again..."

The memory of the sore and weak feeling she had after each massage flashed through her mind, making her stagger as she walked.

She lingered under the table for a long time without coming out; in that small space, only her soft breathing and the rustling of her clothes could be heard.

Yue Qingge didn't feel any other service; there was no warm embrace as she had imagined, nor that soft touch. His brows furrowed slightly: "How long are you going to hide this? Do you want me to do it myself?"

Bai Chenxiang slowly emerged from under the table, sat back in her seat, her little face flushed.

She carefully picked up the food in her bowl with her chopsticks, eating it bite by bite, seemingly calm on the surface.

In fact, she had already placed her small, cute ice cream on the hot farm tools.

The tablecloth draped down, perfectly concealing everything beneath the table. Her feet were together, soles touching, sandwiching the scorching farm implement between them. The warm soles of her feet pressed against the burning shaft, the interplay of ice and fire making her skin slightly flushed.

The two interacted, merged, and clashed, and Bai Chenxiang, under Yue Qingge's manipulation, had become familiar with various footwork techniques.

Her toes were as flexible as fingers, able to pinpoint every sensitive spot with precision.

On the table, she held her bowl and ate her meal, her expression serious and obedient, showing no sign of anything amiss.

Beneath the table, her delicate feet were doing something shameful.

For example, when Bai Chenxiang reached out with her five fingers, her straight and slender legs were just enough to reach the position where Yue Qingge was.

She stretched out her toes, even using her five front toes to grasp the soft crown of her foot. Her rounded toes opened and closed, like five pearl candies gently massaging the most sensitive tip.

Chapter 153 I just wanted my legs to stop hurting...

She gently rubbed it up and down, with just the right amount of force, and occasionally increased the speed, grinding the gaps between the toes and the coronal groove back and forth, bringing waves of tingling pleasure.

Neither of them spoke. Bai Chenxiang ate as if nothing was wrong, her cherry lips slightly parted as she put the food into her mouth.

Yue Qingge was the same; he held his bowl, picked up some food, and occasionally took a sip of soup, his expression calm and composed.

After Yue Qingge said "change the way," Bai Chenxiang adjusted her posture, put the two ice creams together, put her legs together, and touched her knees together.

The soft, white toes intertwined, with the left toes next to the right toes, arranged neatly.

The graceful arch of the foot forms a firm path, and the curve of the sole fits perfectly with the curve of the pillar.

She enveloped Yue Qingge from above, her feet enveloping the proud farm implements, like two seashells holding a pearl.

It's not just about up-and-down movement, but about focusing on the friction between the left and right sides, as well as the toes' grinding of the coronal sulcus.

As her soles slid up and down, her ankles twisted gently, causing the soles of her feet to grind from side to side. Every subtle change in angle stimulated different areas just right.

The propulsion fluid was ready to be released, a clear, sticky liquid seeping from the tip, completely soaking her tender soles and toes. The liquid was viscous and slippery, making it easy for both of them to use. Each stroke sent a shiver through Yue Qingge, the slippery sensation traveling between her soles and the shaft, bringing an electric-like tingling.

Yue Qingge slowed down her eating, her chopsticks hovering in mid-air, not falling for a long time, as if she were savoring some exquisite delicacy.

He took a deep breath and chuckled teasingly, "Little Bai, your skills have improved quite a bit lately. Are you working on it specifically to get me to stay the night?"

As he said this, the corners of his lips turned up slightly, and there was a mischievous smile in his eyes.

"No, that's not true—"

Bai Chenxiang swallowed the rice in her mouth and mumbled something, her voice carrying a hint of panic and coquettishness.

She picked up the bowl to cover half of her face, revealing only her shimmering, watery eyes.

"I just wanted my legs to stop aching, not because of you," she added, her voice trailing off, almost to herself. She then lowered her head, her long, light purple hair falling down to obscure her flushed cheeks.

Beneath the table, her feet showed no sign of stopping; instead, out of embarrassment, they pressed even harder, the sliding of her soles becoming more rapid and forceful.

Yue Qingge didn't expose her, but the smile on his lips deepened. He put down his chopsticks, reached for the soup bowl, and slowly took a sip of soup, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Bai Chenxiang's soles were completely soaked, and the sticky liquid made a soft "squeaking" sound with each slide.

Her toes curled and opened repeatedly, enveloping the burning tip, the toes gently tapping the most sensitive urethral opening, knocking on the door again and again.

Yue Qingge's breathing became heavier, and his chest rose and fell noticeably. He put down the soup bowl, his fingers lightly tapping the table, the tapping sound rising and falling with the rhythm of Bai Chenxiang's footsteps.

Bai Chenxiang felt the thing in the sole of her foot swell even more, and her heartbeat quickened, her breathing became rapid.

Her movements as she picked up food became somewhat mechanical, her light purple eyes slightly unfocused, and her attention was no longer on eating.

Beneath the table, her feet quickened their pace, the soles of her feet pressed tightly against the pillar, sliding up and down faster and harder.

The arch of the foot perfectly enveloped every inch, from top to bottom and back again, each slide accompanied by a sticky, wet sound.

Her toes deftly played with the coronal groove, the tips grinding back and forth between the most sensitive folds, as if trying to squeeze out every bit of hidden pleasure.

Yue Qingge's hand moved off the table, fell down, and landed on Bai Chenxiang's calf.

The moment it was placed on her, Bai Chenxiang's body visibly stiffened, and the muscles in her calves tensed slightly.

His fingers slowly slid up her slender calves, his fingertips brushing against her smooth, snow-white skin, leaving a fine shiver.

Bai Chenxiang's breathing became completely disordered. She bit her lower lip, and a thin layer of mist filled her light purple eyes.

She dared not look up at Yue Qingge; her long, light purple hair concealed her expression, revealing only her ear tips, which were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

Her hand was still holding the chopsticks, but the tips of the chopsticks were just stirring the bowl haphazardly, without picking up a single grain of rice.

Beneath the table, the erect farm tool swelled larger and larger in Bai Chenxiang's soles. The pre-ejaculate had already overflowed, spreading down her soles and leaving a small, damp mark.

Her toes were covered in that sticky liquid, and each time she gripped them, it made a soft "plop" sound.

Yue Qingge placed her palm on her rounded knee, her thumb gently circling the side of her knee.

Bai Chenxiang trembled slightly, but instead of dodging, she opened her mouth a little wider.

"Xiaobai, try a different approach."

Bai Chenxiang paused for a moment, a hint of confusion flashing in her light purple eyes.

She looked up at Yue Qingge, a glance filled with questioning and shyness. Yue Qingge's hand left her knee and returned to the table.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of food, and put it into Bai Chenxiang's bowl: "Eat first, we'll talk after you're full." Bai Chenxiang looked at the extra food in her bowl, paused for a moment, then gently hummed in agreement, lowered her head, picked up the piece of vegetable, and slowly put it into her mouth.

She pulled her foot away from Yue Qingge's leg, placing it together on her side, her toes slightly curled, the soles of her feet still retaining the scalding heat and sticky sensation.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of their slow, deliberate eating. The candlelight flickered, casting their intertwined shadows on the wall. The shadows sometimes drew closer, sometimes parted, as if engaged in some silent dialogue.

Bai Chenxiang ate much slower, chewing each bite for a long time, as if she was delaying something.

She would occasionally steal a glance at Yue Qingge, then quickly lower her gaze again. Her eyes held shyness, nervousness, and a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

Yue Qingge put down her chopsticks, picked up a handkerchief to wipe her mouth, and then looked at Bai Chenxiang.

There was still a little more rice in Bai Chenxiang's bowl, but she stopped eating and just poked at the rice grains with the tip of her chopsticks, as if she was thinking about something.

"Are you full?"

Bai Chenxiang nodded gently and put down her chopsticks. She picked up a handkerchief and wiped her mouth, though her fingertips trembled slightly.

Yue Qingge stood up, the chair legs making a soft thud on the floor. He walked around the table and went to Bai Chenxiang's side.

Bai Chenxiang sat there without moving, her light purple eyes looking up at him, her gaze carrying a hint of girlish shyness and trepidation.

Yue Qingge reached out her hand. Bai Chenxiang glanced at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then placed her own hand on it.

With a gentle pull, Yue Qingge helped her stand up. Bai Chenxiang looked up at Yue Qingge, her light purple eyes reflecting the flickering candlelight.

Her breathing was slightly rapid, the little pigeon in front of her rose and fell, and her budding curves were faintly visible under her clothes.

Her rosy lips were still glistening with moisture.

Chapter 154 I Don't Want It to Break

Bai Chenxiang was only about 1.45 meters tall. Her slender and petite figure looked no different from a flower bud that had not yet fully bloomed.

Her eyes were lowered, her eyelashes trembling slightly, casting a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, and the hem of her light purple skirt was crumpled between her fingers.

She was a little scared, her head hanging low, almost buried in her chest, her voice barely a whisper: "You bad guy... could you be a little gentler? I'm scared..."

As she finished speaking, her voice trembled slightly, tinged with a hint of a sob. Her toes curled involuntarily on the ground, and her entire body was tense.

Yue Qingge didn't answer directly, but instead bent down and lifted her up in his arms. Bai Chenxiang felt a sudden dizziness, her body suddenly suspended in mid-air. Instinctively, she reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, a hint of panic flashing in her light purple eyes. Yue Qingge gently placed her on the soft couch.

Bai Chenxiang's body sank slightly into the soft couch. Yue Qingge adjusted her position, letting her upper body lie on the couch with a pillow under her head, while her lower body dangled off the edge of the couch, her bare legs dangling gently above the ground, her toes barely touching the cool floor.

Yue Qingge leaned down, pinched her little nose, and gently rubbed the tip of her nose: "Don't worry, I'll savor it properly."

After speaking, she straightened up, slightly adjusted her posture, and shook the farm tool that was aimed at her.

The farm tools cast a deep shadow under the soul lamp, which magnified in Bai Chenxiang's pupils until it finally settled clearly on her face.

Bai Chenxiang's breath hitched, her light purple eyes widened instantly, her pupils reflecting the astonishing silhouette, and her throat bobbed nervously.

"Let me help you remove your armor."

A faint smile appeared on Yue Qingge's face. She stretched out her large hand, her broad palm covering her body. Through the thin fabric, she rubbed her body back and forth, carefully caressing the small curve of her skin.

Having grown accustomed to plump watermelons, savoring a small pigeon had its own unique charm. The tiny, plump pigeon trembled slightly before her, swaying gently in his palm.

Especially those two upright dogwood berries, small and pink, like tender buds just sprouting in early spring.

As Yue Qingge continued to knead, the two tiny pink beads slowly filled and transformed from soft flower buds into proud, erect pistils.

— Gently rubbing Yue Qingge's palm.

Under his rubbing, the little bean clung perfectly to the clothes, the thin fabric stood up, highlighting two tiny embellishments on the little skirt, faintly visible, youthful and alluring.

Bai Chenxiang's face flushed red. She muttered to herself, somewhat speechless, her voice tinged with a hint of coquettishness and helplessness: "Is this how you remove your armor? The chains on your clothes are in the back. What's the point of touching the front?"

Her lips were slightly pouting, and her light purple eyes were glistening with tears, as if in protest.

She inadvertently made eye contact with Yue Qingge, and for a moment her heart skipped a beat. She then hurriedly turned her head away, revealing a section of her fair and slender neck.

Yue Qingge didn't feel embarrassed listening to her complaints; instead, her smile deepened.

He continued to do as he pleased, his hands roaming over her body, rubbing against every inch of her sensitive, snowy skin, teasing her until she could no longer bear it.

Bai Chenxiang's body began to sway and twist involuntarily. Her legs rubbed together gently, her knees brushing against each other, making a soft rustling sound.

When she looked at Yue Qingge with a resentful expression, Yue Qingge reached behind her, touched the top of the zipper on her skirt, and slowly pulled it down.

The zipper emitted a series of soft hissing sounds, foreshadowing the final curtain. As the zipper slid down, her little skirt was untied and slipped off her body, revealing the white and pink flesh inside.

Her skin was as white as fresh snow, with a hint of pink and a moist glow.

Under his gaze, Bai Chenxiang trembled shyly, the trembling starting from her shoulders and spreading throughout her body along her spine.

She felt as if he were brushing against her entire body—no, it wasn't a feeling, his fingers were indeed roaming over her body.

He gently stroked every part of her, the touch like a feather brushing against her, leaving a string of fine shivers.

She only snapped back to reality when she felt the touch on her thigh, the warm palm pressed against the most delicate skin on her inner side, the thumb circling at the base of her thigh.

He had brushed his entire body, causing every pore to open slightly. Finally, Yue Qingge's gaze settled on the shyly curled-up Yu Yan cave. Her two fleshy legs were tightly pressed together, tightly surrounding the area and guarding the secret realm within.

Adorned by that faint crack, it resembled a freshly steamed white bun, with a small crack in the middle, through which one could vaguely see the pink inside.

Yue Qingge stretched out her finger and wandered along the crack for a while, her fingertip tracing from the top to the bottom of the crack, as if she were measuring something.

Bai Chenxiang's body trembled slightly as his fingers moved, and she unconsciously held her breath with each stroke.

Finally, his finger lingered on the little bell that was still hidden, and he gently pressed it, rubbing the bell hidden among the petals.

It was soft and elastic there, like a tiny pearl, rolling gently between his fingers.

"Mmm~"

Perhaps Bai Chenxiang was too shy, but his tense body slowly developed a strange and unique feeling.

The sensation spread along the nerve from the point of contact, a tingling, numb feeling that was hard to describe as either itchy or pleasurable.

She involuntarily let out a sound she had never made before, a sound that was sweet and melodious.

She stared wide-eyed in disbelief, as if she couldn't believe that such a sound had come from her own mouth.

Her cheeks instantly turned as red as if they were about to bleed. She instinctively covered her lips with her small hand, pressing her fingers tightly against them to block out the rest of the sound.

Seeing this, Yue Qingge pressed her advantage and attacked.

His fingers didn't stop; instead, they increased the speed and intensity of the rubbing, his fingertips grinding the small bell in rapid circles.

The tingling sensation grew stronger and stronger, surging up like waves, assaulting Bai Chenxiang's remaining rationality.

"Xiaobai let go of her hands, slipped them between her legs, pulled them upwards, and then slowly separated them."

Yue Qingge's voice once again broke through her defenses.

Although Bai Chenxiang was inexperienced, she knew what this action meant. It meant that she had completely let go of herself, surrendered all her defenses to him, and exposed her most private parts to him without reservation.

A hint of panic and resistance flashed in her eyes. She quickly shook her head to indicate her refusal, her lips moving as if she wanted to say "no," but she was startled by Yue Qingge's next words.